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Текст (слова) песни: Chink Santana - Hold On

[ad-libs]
Yeah... another day..
Another motherfuckin` dollar..
But look, nigga...
It`s how we do
Livin` in the ghetto, ooh, ooh

[chorus]
Livin` life up on the corner
Slangin` rocks and smokin` weed
From a eightball to a G
Worked my way to a ki
All I can try to do is hold on
Caught up in the struggle
Seems the only way to be
Never gone find no peace
Till the day they bury me
All I can try to do is be strong

[verse one]
And nigga, you can find me
Hangin` up on the corner
Or layin` up in the cut
Tryin` to get my motherfuckin` money right
My hammer right beside me
And I really don`t give a fuck
If somebody gotta die tonight
Cause look... nigga, my pocket full of stones
Is everything I own
And this is all I do, all I do
A nigga straight hustlin` everyday to get through, get through

[chorus]

[verse two]
Gotta be on the lookout for them stick-up boys
Cause when they come
They be straight hemmin` niggas up
And it really all about takin` that money, man
If they catch me, they betta kill me
Ain`t comin` out like no punk
Shit, can`t let no nigga take nothin` from me, man
Cause look, yo... they steppin` in my zone
And infiltratin` my home
And what the fuck would you do?
If a nigga straight... took ya cake
And tried to break you, break you

[chorus]

[bridge]
I wish that I could let it go
How we in the struggle and hustlin` just to make it out the ghetto
I wish that I could let it go
I wish that we ain`t have to be so canivin` just to make it out the ghetto
I wish that I could let it go
How my niggas in the pen doin` time just to make it out the ghetto
I wish that I could let it go
I wish that genocide wasn`t survivin` just to make it out the ghetto

[verse three]
Everyday is just weed, rocks, and pistols, cops comin` to git you
When niggas that wanna put you on shirts readin`, "We Miss You"
Everything I been through, nothin` but issues
Tired of goin` to funerals and passin` moms the tissue
Getcha prayer in ya life, it`s hard to listen
When there ain`t nothin` fair in ya life
It`s God that`s missin`, that`s what they be tellin` me
And I try to wait but He be takin` so long
I`ll probably catch another felony, inhalin` weed
Keepin` me broke, though, I slangs my coke
I probably push less weight than the trees I smoke
And ain`t no hope for tomorrow, hot, heavy wit sorrow
Cause my peers bring tears from findin` em full of hollows
I know you probably goin` through the same thang
The same pain, cause we caught up in the same game
And don`t a damn thang change, nigga, bump this song
Cause you strong and you ain`t alone, nigga... just try to hold on

 

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